Visions of home, the streets that I roamed it’s been a while
Raised me like the father I aint never had, I’m still your child
And though I’ve grown in ways that you never known
I ventured into the world, I moved out all on my own
I’m doing this all for you, I hate to leave you alone
See shit you wouldn’t believe, I write ‘em down in these poems
And put ‘em out for the world, I know you listening too
Heard you saying shit about me, I hope the shit isn’t true
Man look at this shit I came from, this narrow point of view
How you hating on a nigga that wanted it more than you?
I ran through them spots with you and f-cked the same bitches too
And just because I rocked with you I scrapped with them niggas too
Came back for them niggas too, aint no trappin’ nigga it’s true
Yet they play me on repeat cause I rap for them niggas too
They see I started with nothing but passion and then I blew
To the Roc, damn the tops a spectacular fucking viewVisions of home, Visions of home
Visions of home, Visions of home (Yeah)
Visions of home, this is my zoneThis is my joy, this is my pain, this is my song
This is for my cousin Ricky, damn niggas its been too long
Hate that my nigga Smitty slangin’ but to each his own
Gotta feed yo’self, smoke a little weed just to ease yo’self
Fuck the whole world I don’t need your help
You’re the reason why momma had those rocks
All my niggas never even had no pops
‘Memba that, you remember that?
If you don’t, double back
Momma found a much better crib on a safe street
But I’m still where the trouble at
Where the trouble at?
Thats cause my flows there
What it look like if I don’t go there
I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too long (long)
My folks there, what it look like if I don’t go there?
I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too longVisions of home, visions of home
Visions of home nigga, visions of home
I’m coming home, coming home
Yeah Cole World
You know what it is…
Raised me like the father I aint never had, I’m still your child
And though I’ve grown in ways that you never known
I ventured into the world, I moved out all on my own
I’m doing this all for you, I hate to leave you alone
See shit you wouldn’t believe, I write ‘em down in these poems
And put ‘em out for the world, I know you listening too
Heard you saying shit about me, I hope the shit isn’t true
Man look at this shit I came from, this narrow point of view
How you hating on a nigga that wanted it more than you?
I ran through them spots with you and f-cked the same bitches too
And just because I rocked with you I scrapped with them niggas too
Came back for them niggas too, aint no trappin’ nigga it’s true
Yet they play me on repeat cause I rap for them niggas too
They see I started with nothing but passion and then I blew
To the Roc, damn the tops a spectacular fucking viewVisions of home, Visions of home
Visions of home, Visions of home (Yeah)
Visions of home, this is my zoneThis is my joy, this is my pain, this is my song
This is for my cousin Ricky, damn niggas its been too long
Hate that my nigga Smitty slangin’ but to each his own
Gotta feed yo’self, smoke a little weed just to ease yo’self
Fuck the whole world I don’t need your help
You’re the reason why momma had those rocks
All my niggas never even had no pops
‘Memba that, you remember that?
If you don’t, double back
Momma found a much better crib on a safe street
But I’m still where the trouble at
Where the trouble at?
Thats cause my flows there
What it look like if I don’t go there
I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too long (long)
My folks there, what it look like if I don’t go there?
I’m dead wrong, it’s been way too longVisions of home, visions of home
Visions of home nigga, visions of home
I’m coming home, coming home
Yeah Cole World
You know what it is…